I'm sorry that I sent you this message during election night, when you found out that all your hard work didn't pan out the way you had hoped. I am still proud of you, and I hope you keep working for causes you believe in.
I deserve so much more than you'd ever give me.
I think I've known that for these past four years. God knows you've tried to tell me.
I'm not angry about it. I'm not really sad, either.
You were just never in love with me. I can live with that.
I can.
It feels strange to say that and really mean it. To say that and really feel it.
I'm not in love with you. Don't worry about it happening again. I'm a little old and wiser than when we first met.
I still think you're an amazing person, but you're right when you say, "If I were the right man for you, you would know."
It's a mad mission under difficult conditions. Not everybody makes it to the loving cup. It's a mad mission, but I got the ambition. Mad, mad mission; sign me up. -Patty Griffin
I broke up with William for good last week. It was the right decision. I'm leaving in December. That's the right decision, too.
2:26 a.m. - Wednesday, Nov. 03, 2004
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